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The one-eyed. 93: Charon looms.

was a good idea not to stay too long in one place. So although I was very happy in that quiet house Rosita told why do not we left the Algarve, as planned, and confused ourselves into the melee of tourists, many of them British like me. In addition, Rosita was a little Lisbon tired of traffic, jams and especially how they are driving recklessly, without signaling, abruptly changing lanes, not to mention his lack of respect for speed limits. A lovely people, but once the wheel is transformed into raging kamikazes. And I with my arm crippled, just an ornament, and reflexes dulled by pills or could dream away, nor to desire, to give relief on the wheel.

Rosita was rare, passionate affectionate, as always, but often was more thoughtful than usual, as if his mind back to Madrid. I must also confess that I was not too cheerful a companion in those circumstances.
- You worried about something? "I asked, ironically, as who should be worried I was, but the pills gave me a sedative effect that concern away and made me look at everything as in the distance.
"No, it's just that I was thinking all I have yet jewelry.
"Forget the jewelry, let Jasmine deal.
"Also I have to return to school.
"Well if you want to return to Madrid .- I proposed and she accepted. At the end of the site I was like another, Madrid was as good a place as any to go unnoticed while I replenished, slowly, too slowly for my taste. And so the planned trip to the south de Portugal se quedó en palabras. Me dejé llevar, pasivo y dócil, de regreso a Madrid. Poco importaba el sitio, lo único que deseaba era descansar tranquilo y reponer mi brazo, al menos para poder mover y flexionar con moderada agilidad, pues ya asumía que ese brazo ya nunca sería el mismo. De hecho hice todo el viaje medio adormilado por las pastillas, y ambientado por la suave música Rosita sintonizaba para distraerse durante aquel monótono trayecto.

En el piso de la calle Velázquez disfruté unos días de calma externa y sosiego interno. Rosita y Yasmín salían por la mañana temprano, una al colegio, la otra a la joyería, y yo me quedaba plácidamente durmiendo hasta media mañana. Overwhelmed by strange nightmares that woke me intrigued, and that was spinning over breakfast juice, coffee, toast, invariably in the same order. Then she went out to stretch their legs, in a sometimes wandering led me to the Retiro park, to sit in the sun on a bench, imitating the elderly. Mornings retired, I said to myself, wondering what I think of these old men, who think I am? Because they are obviously stays, I looked carefully, one will dare to sit beside me and tried to make conversation.
-ago day, eh?
-Sorry, I do not understand .- I replied that invariably ended with my London accent, asking for the old, or old, it was not Anglophone. And he gave me good results. But in the end I decided to change the itinerary. And one day, looking at the new pictures he had painted in his spare time Jasmine, elegant landscapes that I had bought to decorate my hotel in Puerto Mogan, I happened to visit the Paseo del Prado.

The truth, until then I was not much given to painting, apart from that episode of the pictures and finally we returned to steal is impossible to give out. It did not seem useful, nor was the charm, more Beyond a slight recess to the hearing, and in my case even that was reduced, would be more accurate to say half my half recess to view. But maybe my bias was changed by circumstances, because in that first visit and in subsequent tables were many impressed me, some of a particularly fascinating. "The passage of the Styx" by Joachim Patinir.

caught my attention in spite of its small size, just a meter. I thought it would be a good landscape to recreate what Jasmine, the contrast of elements and colors, dark blue water, white fluffy clouds, the green cast on both sides ... and expanding fire. But reading the title, I remembered the Greek mythology and suddenly I understood the metaphor of death, which contained the picture. The boatman was none other than Charon, and the fire ... no doubt the fire of Hades. I felt a deep emotion. That picture was a "memento mori", and I really had seen very closely the harshness of death myself to die, saved by a briefcase "Samsonite." But why Charon is almost naked?, I wondered, watching spellbound oil. That detail puzzled me. I had to sit down to realize what it meant. Naked go to the other side. Death in any of your belongings protect you, none of your wealth will ease, and even your clothes will prevent the worms give a good account of yourself.

But why just struck me that little box rather than others who dealt with the death of more spectacular and bloody? Without going any further that of Pieter Bruegel, with very explicit title, "The Triumph of Death", and spectacular visuals, apocalyptic, mountains of corpses.
Upon reflection, I concluded clear: what scares me is not death itself but what comes next. Whether hell, or just the void, nothingness, absence, nonsense.

tried to scare my thoughts looking at other paintings of content happier, but it was useless, and pestles naked, neither Venus nor the Bacchanalia could change my mood. Just another landscape, "Boarding in Santa Paula Roman Ostia" by Claude Lorraine, with its majestic monuments, my vision got lost in the brilliant infinite horizon. And maybe that was another metaphor of death more reassuring: a bright horizon in which to lose infinite.

This reflection on the sterility of our anxieties made me try all he could give me some heat in the middle of that cold blackness invaded my mind a little closer to Rosita, try talking to her and know what it was that troubled him. So I did, and the result, after enough stress on my part, I was asked to give us some time apart to clear, which of course would still be partners, and we might, but he needed his space and time. I do not know if it also considered, because they said it, but I did what I thought it was appropriate that we were some time apart to cool until the investigation into the shootings and four deaths. In any case I did not have time for many digressions, because a few days ago I received a call from Luis Tosco.

"Well, is that police have been here, asking for your friend, Charles, wanted to know if we knew his whereabouts. And after you have asked, I said you were traveling, but have insisted on knowing where and when to return. What do I tell?
"Well I'm in Madrid and back in four or five days.
- What's happening? "I asked.
"I have no idea, but do not worry, I do not think it has anything to do with us anyway on arrival, before going to talk to the police, I will meet you to tell me the details, if perhaps we can deduce what it is.

When I hung up the phone I must confess I was not surprised. It was actually logical. Almost could even reconstruct the steps that had come to me. First, seeing the drug in the van, and soon to identify any of the Colombians would have easily inferred type of business that led to the fatal outcome. I guess they did a hair among all the pushers and traffickers of Gran Canaria. That would have taken time, precious time for me to heal the wound first, then to recuperate. They had to interrogate informants, consumers and small camels, one by one. Seeing that the whole island there were no leads, radio extended the investigation to the other, starting with Tenerife. At some point, someone whispered to the police the name of Charlie. They searched unsuccessfully went to his house, not finding requested a warrant of entry and search of his house. Among his roles certainly met the purchase of shares of "Paradise Real Estate, Inc." Maybe even some of the first purchase of land on which my hotel now stands. In short, nothing serious, nothing that could not plug in a good and honest explanation to the police, to justify my relationship and my real estate business with him. Fortunately, despite the fact that he insisted many times, I never had attended their environments. Had no evidence, otherwise they would not have gone to ask when I return, would come to stop. All That I told myself to calm down.

do not know why strange association of ideas, that afternoon the phone call, I felt like buying a Bible, and once gave me some time to read aloud the "Critique of Pure Reason" in German Now I got to recite Psalms in all seriousness:

"Your hand will defeat all your enemies, your right hand
destroy your opponents:
the fiery furnace will become ... well ...
have plotted to harm you,
have plotted intrigues, but have failed;
thou put to flight in the sketches
your bow. " (Psalm 21.9)

And those words really calmed my anxiety, I provided the strength, courage, serenity, to face these minions of power that came to bother me for a few murderers who had failed and had paid with his life, deservedly so.

Does Vodka Create Impotence

Pancho the father of all wars

A few months ago a journalist came up capital say that the dispute over the chair of buildings of the town of Santiago was the "mother of all battles." Previously, other elections, had said he earns the municipality is ultimately the one who wins the presidential election that follows.

However, just over 60 days of assuming the right third mayor of Santiago, the Alliance for Chile has not entered La Moneda as hostess, but only as a visitor.

Somehow, say that James is "the mother of all battles" is detracting from the rest of the country and at the same time, it is a huge mistake from the point of view political. Mistake that, within months of starting a new war for arriving at La Moneda, the Coalition began to understand.

In 2000, a provincial-like habit of saying the Santiago-won the election in one of the communes in the country. The Udi, Jacqueline Van Rysselberghe overthrow the socialist Ariel Ulloa, stripping the coalition of power in the center of the area Pencopolitana, whose political orientation was always close to the left.

so far been three consecutive elections and Van Rysselberghe, a psychiatrist born and raised in Concepcion, not only retained power, but-also- has been increasing its popularity and voting.


port A black
In October 2008, the Coalition, which was divided to the elections, tried to reinstate the Democrat Jaime Ravinet in the city hall of Santiago. Meanwhile, in another DC Valparaiso sought to maintain power.

However, as often happens the attention of flashes and cameras focused on the capital and almost nobody gave importance to what happened between Aldo Cornejo and Udi's contender, Jorge Castro.

The months went by and, as you approach the elections, the Coalition began to realize that the port had to be strengthened. Thus began political personeros parade and festival of wedges to support a candidate collusion.

finally arrived in October and the Coalition failed to win in Santiago and, to top it, he lost everything in the Host City of the legislature. That was how all eyes were turned on Pancho to see how a Black defeated the Cerro Porteno for the first time since the return of democracy, the ruling in Valparaiso.

Cornejo's defeat in the port city should be considered as a lesson that people gave the government and so has understood the officer who, after completing the electoral process, has transformed Buenos Aires metropolitan area in a large field combat.

Evidence of this is that, from October until early January 2009, there were several policy guidelines, which generally are made in Santiago to win cameras. Also, the coming-of-at least two ministers a week to Gran Valparaíso or more occurrences of Bachelet inspecting various works or even opening foreign-owned companies, now glimpse the old Pancho returns as the Father of all wars.

TEXT

What Is Standaed Deduction On Line 24 Form 1040a

Response Santander

Mr Santander:

BE JOURNALIST IS TO TAKE GAME: knowingly making the lese or swearing
not.

As expected all TV newscasts reported Chilean
about the arrest of former commander of the Chilean Air Force, Ramon Vega and
another 4 senior officers, accused of receiving millions in commissions
under a purchase of aircraft for the Chilean State. But a report
- 24 Horas TVN - reported in a special way.

was the only one to statements "exclusive" of General (R) shortly before his arrest
. A reporter of the channel - Gabriela Ramirez - what
located and managed to talk with him in the lobby of a building Santiago, the output
an elevator. This journalistic success, it certainly was
held by publishers, passes a total background, in fact, it pales
and pure form, if we analyze the treatment of this
news more generally.

turns out that at the end of the interview, General (R)
turns to leave and the reporter (who had already fired a general kiss)
yells "luck." But the surprises do not end there.
The news continues to reading off the journalist Claudio Fariña and this we
reports that there are other officers involved in the
Fach case, he says, one of them "against him $ 60 000" and
case of another "appear appropriated $ 60 000."

I can even understand the farewell kiss as a token of a certain euphoria
unconscious by Gabriela Ramirez for having achieved an exclusive interview
was cited even by El Mercurio.
because it was clearly not a technical women to speak to a man
to soften. The remedy could be justified
besito initiate a dialogue, at the critical moment that the source
decide if you speak to the cameras or not, but the kiss came when the general had already spoken
. And what followed - the desire to "luck" -
can only be described as sincere and spontaneous expression of complicity Ideological
between them. Why, if not a journalist should wish him luck
a person accused of committing crimes of the magnitude that
noted here?

Let us read the text off, what exactly does that someone
"against him $ 60 000" and another was so much luggage?
It is strange sentence constructions. In both cases
used impersonally in prayer, do not know who complains, or who entered
(excluding the person responsible for the action), semantically
also difficult to relate to someone is charged or consigned
$ 60 000 with the fact that they are accused of stealing that money to
treasury.

interesting thing in both cases is that there is always an option. Gabriela Ramirez
might not have given him a farewell kiss to the general and not having the desired
luck Claudio Farina could have chosen to use subjects
sentence rather than impersonal forms and sentences more clear
semantic terms (eg, "Justice alleged to have received kickbacks
for 60 thousand dollars ", or the magistrate credited
Astudillo won him commissions ...").

For this reason, the practice of journalism and information always involves making decisions
and such as always taking sides, making
attitude to the professional manner in which I will bring to
facts as then I will give an account of these events that I have to
report.

I can talk about general and their "accomplices", as it did
Mercury-or I can choose to speak of general and other "four senior officers," as did
TVN, I can speak of the Palestinian resistance - as it did The Sunday Nation
-or "radical Hamas", as it always has an Arabic name
journalist in 24 hours.

are options, it is taking sides, this is journalism.

And of course, There are several ways to do this, either the unconscious - which is more ideological
: opt for ways to interpret and record facts
automatically reproduce the hegemonic visions and, of course, does not believe in the analysis
like this but still, I have taken sides, without knowing or believing
. Another is the hypocritical way: defend the objectivity and neutrality
mistake her, took part, convinced that
got rid of that challenge. Finally, we believe that journalism is
political activity, which means part of the ideological struggle and
that his speeches have a certain social influence, then take
game with gusto and conviction.


Pedro Molina Santander
Media Analysis Group (GAM)
Journalism, P. UCV
Answer:
I think the reading of these facts should be done differently. I think that regardless of those involved, the capital was mediocre journalism when facing the process of purchasing the Mirage in 1993-1994.

Without going further why no one asked why the executive decree authorizing the purchase of the aircraft was signed a few days after the end of the first government of transition? Why no one questioned the purchase of aircraft that were considered junk in other countries?

I say this because, as has been known to cause the minister has Astudillo, new networks have emerged which include relatives of retired General Vega, but also politicians of the coalition, specifically the Christian Democrats. Certainly


provincial journalism is done in the capital (yes, the same who cares more tacos and Santiago heat of the important issues that often occur in the rest of Chile) did not know or have known never question the relevant issues, and that only makes it until they explode and you can feast.

If journalists take sides Santiago Star text as the teacher invites the truth Santander EFE, the TranSantiago, Metro Valparaíso, Biovías, TMV, and the Internal Revenue Mirage, among many others, had known long before they lost money, sleeping, GPS, tourniquets sacks of cement or whatever. Taking sides


means, first, spend the shoes on the street and, second, question everything and do not know what we should or do not hurt us. That is, if we are to a certain political group and see or we learn that someone from our coalition he's involved in irregularities, which we have as journalists, even if it hurts in the soul "is to denounce, as this not only makes good the entity policy to which they belong, but also to the country.

In this sense, I think to try that kind of neutrality is less hypocritical and false question just what we need or what they reject. At the end of journalism was not born to solve problems but to create them and, under that logic, they have to give other answers are not?

Renewing Mechanic License

teacher's text with Poseidon "Hello?

few days ago I had to go to a nude beach to make a note in the newspaper The Fourth. I must admit their assignment was relatively easy, so I added this to an office for the DNA radio which also serves.

was how to conclude that supply information, in which he described in great detail that heavenly place located in an area near the creek Horcón, north of Valparaíso metropolitan area, I lost my cell phone.

Why do not you get into the crack? mocking said some colleagues to know the history. The point is that my trusty phone was dragged by a wave when resting under my Sunga, while I entered the water to take me some pictures, which, of course, were never published.

Anyway, I had left my notebook, cell phone and a bathing suit top to protect the team from the sun, but once they had the coconuts and raisins and decided to leave the water, I realized that the only thing that remained in place was imported from green sunga Brazil.

Despondently sought the damn phone. I found none. The graph, then handed me his cell to make some urgent calls, and then returned to Valparaiso. Forty minutes later I stepped outside my house in Viña del Mar and I started to write and hating the world.

Hours passed, and in my mind was the memory of my Nokia phone latent Blue disappeared from my own carelessness, even though I left it far from the surf. It was this thought that led me to wonder that perhaps Pilucho a clever scoundrel would have with my phone. It is possible, I said ... 84225362 dialed, waited. Busy tone. Poseidon Hello here! What the fuck you want stuff? Nothing but my imagination was hopeful that some jerk had it.

So then I went to the streets to see if I could fix the mess. First, I went to the company that lent me the services. They said they would rather lose me as a customer before passing me a new computer at zero cost and that, my only option was to keep paying and wait for the seventh ballot change plans and buy a computer for 10 Ni cagando lucas, get out to hell Culiao thieves! I thought as I smiled warmly to the executive.

alienated and I went out to competition. I asked what needed to open an account. The stupid idiot who served me gave me directions, asking for a current account that I have, or a department store card that you can imagine, not possessed.

Parti, thereby giving me trading houses around the mall to see which gave me a card. In three hours, no. All or was too young and had to have some plastic another store or just very poor for having one.

And indeed who could give a card to a jerk of 23 years ago to freelance out a month with CAEU 200 lucas? Finally, I remembered I had an American Express and presented in a shop right! I got fit.

I went upstairs and told me asshole hueón going to access my data to assess ... two hours. I was talking to the vendors that I inspected to determine whether a subject was reliable. I am the son of a bitch! thought.

Time passed. The seller, about 16 years, said, "you can only access an account controlled plan of 16 thousand." I then told him he did not want this plan and wanted the 14 thousand who brought better conditions. However, the brat and crumpled to say "you by your age and income can only take this." sent him straight to hell for wasting my time.

Humiliated left the Mall, walked around Liberty and went to another branch of the same brand. I attended a mine who spoke more than political campaigning, but who, after all, it played completely. I draw my identity card to prove that they were people, my American or, in fact, the American additional my old and the next day and had what he wanted and even gave me some shirts and a radio-controlled car.

With my new device called the old number Hello Poseidon here to talk! Rechucha What do you want? Damn dolphins that eggs so much, so amariconaditos who left the idiots! ... Nothing again was my imagination trying to locate my ex cell which, by now, and should be across the Pacific.

Anyway, I must say that "ill wind that blows no good", and thanks to this incident could lose phone numbers that would never have had the courage to delete, People finally had the chance to escape forever from my life, but paradoxically remember see al el mar.

Socoal Security Radiculopathy

The one-eyed. 92: Intermediate in Lisbon.

After eight days the inflammation of the elbow was down, the doctor told me that there was no risk of infection or wound reopening it, and I took the points. I could do without the sling, at least to move in public, so I was ready to leave the island, and the sooner you do better.

Chaid I left with a mixture of gratitude and regret for not being able to help you out of your situation. His honest obstinacy vexed me, but after all he had chosen his position and I should respect it. Anyway I told him if he ever needed anything from me, just had to leave a message at the hotel, and I look.

Ivo yes you could help. Through Blas, I got him a dangerous service, of which he likes: protect a Basque businessman threatened by ETA, which had requested escort officer and had been denied, so do not put any objection to having no contract or license, especially when he learned the qualities of his protector. Leased does not really gain that tried to attack the employer.

Rosita spoke with by telephone. It did not seem a good idea to meet on the island, also in Madrid, agreed that I would fly direct to Lisbon and she would travel by car, said he wanted to drive his new car, a Mercedes E300 auto-and meet me there. After passing at the Algarve to spend a few days off. I was very weak, weak, due to blood loss. Relax, take sun, stroll along the beach, perhaps help me recover.

I was waiting at the airport, had come a couple of hours before me. She was very elegant, with a high signature dress that I managed to clarify, a necklace of pearls, gold and diamond watch on his left wrist, bracelets of rubies in the right. Beautiful, yes, but too flashy for my taste and my circumstances, might have preferred something more discreet. He kissed me briefly. I thought it showed a somewhat cold and distant as a response by the fact that I would have kept away from it all. Or maybe she was tired after seven hours of driving, and keep doing it because I could not relieve, my arm was still not making the slightest effort. It took a long avenue, Almirante Gago I read, every line, we park on our left.
"They changed some plans. "At last she spoke.
"Oh, yeah?
"We'll stay for a few days in Lisbon, a fellow math teacher at school has left me the keys to his house, his wife is Portuguese.
"How kind.
"Yes, he did not spend that money on hotel, but I thought you too would prefer a quiet place.
"Well you're right.

Avenue was a very long, seven miles, then changed name, remained Admiral, I do not remember which. With heavy traffic it took us almost an hour exploring it. During the journey, and as he had promised, told her everything, omitting details, with special emphasis on the providential intervention of Ivo, and no less effective performance Chaid doctor. From that moment he was more affectionate with me. I took her hand at a traffic light, gave me a long kiss. He drove to the mouth of the Tagus river, turned right, took another avenue, July 24, continued about a quarter mile, left behind a building with a sign reading "High School Marketing e publicidade ", turned right again and immediately went into a narrow gravel road with no name, which was to the gate of a farm. Rosita stopped the car without stopping the engine, pulled out some keys, got out, opened the gate, and finally drove the car to a roundabout at the foot of the main entrance. I remember every detail of his actions because he was shocked, surprised the place, a discreet yet luxurious mansion, all surrounded by trees that sheltered from any curious eyes with a garden and a rectangular pool. Or maybe it was that my mind wanted to completely abandon all he had left behind on the island, and it clung to this new place, each detail, every nuance of the color of the leaves of the trees, the reflections of the sun in the blue of the pool, the warm humid air to the solid construction with stone and brick.

- How have you managed to get here without consultation or hesitation?
"My friend gave me a plane to come from the airport, and memorized, it's actually very easy. Let us take a look.
"Then go to your friend's house ...
- You like? It was actually in-laws, now is the legacy of his wife and his brother, but it is not yet been distributed, or sold, and apparently people use them interchangeably. I think my friend has also given me a little Teasing brother ...

desmerecía The interior at all outside. Huge room, thick wood furniture, leather chairs, many rooms and bathrooms, taps old but still shiny. All ancient, stately dignity that he had witnessed the passage of time.
"Then the old had to be careful about perfectionists, because despite all the years is impeccable. All I ask is why the brother does not live here.
"The guy works in Porto, so it can not use more than one or two weeks a year. "Well, why waste
...

We settled comfortably. I from then I felt from the first time like I was in my own home. Her sense of security, that there I would not want anyone to find me, and at the same time freedom, provisional, they can leave the place at any time. At that moment I realized that when you own something, that thing also becomes the owner somehow you, it gets you inside, you have. It came to mind Rosita and his recent passion for luxury, perhaps figurations were mine, but it seemed to me that he had gotten so long and so brilliantly in that role of Caracas ... that the character had got in and some had taken shape it.
"Incidentally," I told him to move to Lisbon we rented a car prefer more discreet Portuguese-registered, and let your precious car resting in the shade of these trees ... "Nothing I said, he accepted it quietly, as if he understood what successful in my request but it bothered him admit it.

following days walk through landmarks but do not worry: The Star Garden, the Botanical Garden overseas, The Park of Monsanto. Then, as that, thanks to the delicious cod dishes, each day a different recipe, and thanks to the green wine was regaining my strength, we move more and more to the coast to Estoril, Cascais, toward the light. Of course we visited the casino, I bet, I just observe and record everything in my mind, to learn for when my little casino was inaugurated in Puerto Mogan.

I read the English newspapers, getting into the kiosk in a mall. Looking, of course, any news on how he would investigate the case as I'm concerned. I found no mention, but did not know if that play was good or bad. The truth is that except in the moments that could distract me with something (for example in the casino), and despite taking moderate doses of sedatives, my brain worked incessantly on the consequences of that shooting. Imagine what would be the steps of the police. It was clear that an event of this scale, with four bodies and a van with drugs of poor quality, would be subject to a thorough investigation, I had no illusions. Obviously the investigation would be directed toward the traffickers on the islands. The question was how soon to hear the name Charlie, and then you have to prove their absence would pursue that thread up to me.

the evening had recurrent nightmares. Sleeping pills induce a dream my pasty, muddy and soporific, and alleviate the physical symptoms of nightmares, sweating, agitation, panic, but my mind did not rest, returned again and again to the moments when I fired, and constructed images that I was surrounded by police, arrested, handcuffed, interrogated, imprisoned in a dark cell, surrounded by criminals among them was one especially when the other called "Corbacho" with a mixture of respect and awe.

really got to guess, even more, to understand why so many criminals who prefer to surrender to the police, justice, confession, punishment and suffering and end the anxiety, fear and uncertainty. Myself, I think if one of those nights had submitted a policeman in my room, tape recorder in hand, I would have given a full confession provided back to sleep free from anxiety. Yes, it is sometimes preferable to the certainty of punishment that the uncertainty of the escape imprisonment.

The best moments were in the morning, breakfast in the garden, watching the gentle stirring of the leaves of the trees in full sunlight. When my body is still experiencing the relaxation of the sleeping pill, and my mind was enjoying the relief of feeling that the nightmares were gone, buried in the dark of night. Then find the serenity enough to tell myself, like those drug addicts undergoing rehabilitation: aguanta un poco más, sólo un día más, y la angustia irá disminuyendo.

Japanese Kissing Blogger

The one-eyed. 91: Kafkaesque situation.

Me encontraba muy quebrantado, de cuerpo y espíritu. Se había disipado la euforia tras el éxito de la operación, y en su lugar había dejado una especie de resaca en mi cabeza. El brazo me dolía como si el diablo se hubiera hecho cargo de él, en prenda o a cuenta de sus futuros derechos sobre mi alma o mi cuerpo, lo que fuese que debía sufrir el castigo por mis muchos errores. En el pecado –dicen- está la penitencia. Ese era, ni más ni menos, mi caso. Triste por la pérdida lamentable de Charlie, mi último amigo de los viejos tiempos, cómplice de fechorías desde la adolescence, faithful and loyal companion. However, their efforts to rise above their chances had cost him his life in a stupid incident. That led me to reflect briefly, and promised myself I would never try to navigate stormy waters too deep for the size of my ships. But the purposes are one, always the best, and finally the facts are what they are.

I took a couple of capsules of "adolonta" and after a while the ordeal became a permanent nuisance but manageable. My head began to run, it was clear that Charlie had to follow in the footsteps of Philip, that is, would meet with him in the depths Atlantic. Dimitri instructed on how to proceed and what to buy, especially weight belts. Rented two cars (I did not have any setbacks over mobility), a van to transport the body, and a car for commuting we needed. We also rented a motor boat with the fishing port. The owner, an old and weathered fisherman who apparently supplemented his meager catch turtles with unemployment now close to his retirement, he asked no questions, merely willingly receive tickets that would give yourself an extra joy.


In the middle of the night moved the boat's body wrapped in a blanket from the hotel, along with two submachine guns and two revolvers were used and therefore it was essential to disappear. We just stayed with my gun, gun Charlie (both passed into the hands of Ivo), and sniper rifle that was kept in a closet with a false bottom in the room of the hotel manager, which for now only I had key. With the first light of dawn Framework and Dimitri were made at sea. I would have liked to accompany them and in honor of Charlie firing some salvos before bury him, make it look like a ceremony. But Ivo went to fetch the doctor and I had to stay to wait for your visit and receive healing.

The wound is progressing normally despite the pain, there was no infection, no fever. As soon as Mark and Dimitri returned to dispatch sea, order them to return to Madrid on the first plane and return to her job in Sparta, SA De Ivo could not do without because I needed a driver. The Bosnian Serbs had proved himself a man of varied and effective resource for all types of situations, and also did not have to return to a destination, since it did not appear high. Rosita

I called to see how things were going, and offered to fly to Las Palmas to keep me company, but I refused so far. Things were not at all calm and did not need more people, but less in the hotel. And in fact we had moved to the top floor, the back rooms, to make our presence is as unobtrusive as possible. And of course, while being accompanied by one of the men would not allow me to meet Rosita. Dr. Chaid

disinfected and re-dress the wound. He was very skillful and careful in everything he did. I was very grateful to him, so I wanted to know what those problems I had with its documentation, in case you could return the favor. I was surprised that being a doctor, and his age, lived only in a pension very modest. I could understand and thinning of its history, given his odd way of narrating, his circumlocutions, his ellipses, and my ignorance of the historical-political context he referred to is the following:

was born, lived and worked doctor in El Aaiun, capital of Western Sahara, when that territory was under English rule, to be exact was not a colony but a English province and its people enjoyed the same rights. "I had my passport and my English national identity," he said, and insisted: "I'm English, and my children are English."

In 1976, months after Morocco invaded the Sahara, CHAID moved to the desert to help as a doctor in the Saharawi refugee camps. His wife and children left for the Canary Islands. He spent a year with refugees. In the end, unable to resist the nostalgia of his family also ended up leaving the Canary Islands, where some years living and working as a doctor, always with English documentation.
In 1980, going to renew the national paper the police confiscated it. He said he had to present a birth certificate. I asked the Central Registry, but their data did not appear. The English authorities, the leave the Sahara, it is assumed that had brought the civil registry books. But the certificate did not exist, or not met, or had been destroyed. Tried to present their marriage certificates and birth certificates for their children, but it is not admitted as evidence of his national origin. Later going to renew their social security card, it happened exactly the same, their data had also been deleted. Startled, he looked the last document she had, her former medical card. Distressed, went to the College of Physicians, to verify their data, and discovered with horror that there were not any news of its existence. Soon after, in the hospital where he worked, learned of their irregular situation, and threatened or asked to cancel the service, or denounce him for the crime of professional encroachment. In one his many efforts to police, one of the officials, perhaps out of compassion, or perhaps by removing the above problem, advised him to legalize their situation calling for a residence permit ... and Moroccan immigrants in Spain. Chaid indignantly rejected the suggestion. "That would mean recognizing that I am not English," he added. Later, his wife, tired of the painful situation that dragged, and angry for rejecting Chaid the humiliating exit offered him, left him. He was then no passport, no national paper, no title of doctor, no wife, no children. He had lost everything ... but dignity, he said. Then tried to hire a lawyer to make their case in court, but having no money, no shyster accepted the difficult mission. When I finally had the great good fortune to encounter a lawyer who selflessly volunteered to represent him, she encountered another problem: for the professional to represent him had to grant power, or a notary, well before the same court, but for that I needed a document to establish his identity, whether passport, residence permit or license. None of that was CHAID, so he stayed with lawsuit lawyer without scratching. It was the snake biting its tail.

And so it was, hurt, resentful, ready to die of hunger or misery and guilt of shame fell upon the English authorities. Occasionally did odd jobs in the informal economy to survive poorly. The truth, I really had a hard time believing the story, not so much that the English government had been capable of such injustice, and my distrust of government is innate, but it was hard to understand Chaid stubbornness in not residence permit to accept that she was offered. For a moment even crossed my mind if everything would not be the paranoid fantasy of your mind, traumatized by war in the Sahara. I guess some of my thoughts sensed CHAID, and who took out his wallet and showed me an old, worn card of the College of Physicians, with a faded photograph but which could still recognize a Chaid young, intelligent, vital, dynamic, buoyant and bright. At that point, I had no doubts the accuracy of total and brutal history.

"I'd like to help, CHAID .- I said. "But I do not know how. The only thing that could bring is a fake passport ... English, of course. But I'm afraid that will not accept. - And for the first time in that late afternoon, I saw him grinning, I guess so ephemeral enjoy moral superiority possessed before me. Ivo At that moment came in the room.
-fishermen have returned.
- Has done well fishing? I asked.
"The calm sea and fair wind.
"Great, have you been to the doctor where he asks?
"Gladly.

When Mark and Dimitri rose, confirming what I had anticipated Ivo, I informed my decision to leave the island and return to Madrid. But one by one, just in case.